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a full time artist, stepmother, radio personality, and mom to an energetic Chug dog, tries to get through the days without committing a felonious act. My life is a rickety Zen circus.

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Monday, August 29, 2011

It's monday, 10:48 am, as i start this post. things are settling in for a good start to the week...the rain has stopped, as has furbaby vomiting and other gastrointestinal rumblings...the sun is actually shining. I am almost done with my 1st workday, having gotten up at 2am and began working then. i'll start my 2nd workday this afternoon, or after dinner. meanwhile, i have resin cooking, the studio is immaculate, with much tossed after watching an episode of Hoarders last night. I have new curtains hung in the studio, and most everything has a place. the 3 cat beds have been removed & relocated, as kitty has a room of her/his own, now that everyone is back at school, and will Not Be Returning Ever by decree of handsome husband. we are once again trying to learn how to be married, without the stress and friction of feeling like we are running a Marriott hotel, rather than a home. (when people said marriage is hard, they should've been a bit more specific). Perfect Stepdaughter drove home last night to bring her boyfriend back - train & bus service canceled due to flooding. he had taken the train in, thrifty guy that he is. but now, she is stuck half way back, as the thruway is closed. she called her dad and he Google Mapped her directions that may or may not work - they don't take into account other potential closures. I texted her the best advice i could remember from my travel days - Find a Trooper and cry. it always got me an escorted trip pretty close to where i needed to be. Perfect Stepdaughter & I agreed this was very 70's, and not at all empowering, but she pointed out that desperate times called for desperate measures, and she still has to get to the end of the thruway and buy books for her classes. it was a solution that her dad never would have thought of, so there was that kernel of righteousness. since i still have quite a long way to go before it can be considered a normal bedtime, i may just shower, nap for 15 minutes, walk the dog, then go on an art date, or maybe to my Lake to see how she fared. there are days (like today) when i wish i was Jane Jetson, and just ran through a machine in 5 minutes and came out all fresh, dressed and even with makeup on. oh well. not complaining, as there are people spending the day pumping out basements and filling out insurance forms. for once, we were spared, and my heart and good thoughts go out to you if you had storm damage.

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